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I crept down the stairs trying to hush the creaks and groans of the floor-boards to no avail. Though I knew the boards weren't loud enough to wake anyone any of the previous times I had done this, the night always seemed to have a way of making each small noise resound in my head, and with every step, I grew closer and closer to my parent's room. I noticed a dim light coming from underneath the door, and I froze, terrified. Sinking back the way I had come, I leaned back against a the wall hearing my heart thumping in my ears. I knew it would only be a matter of time before they went to sleep so I waited. And waited. And waited. After what felt like an eternity had passed, I saw the light fade, and I was left in complete and total darkness. I waited for both of them to actually fall asleep and counted slowly. After about 10 minutes, I decided that it was finally safe for me to proceed. Creaking along the floor I moved slowly past my parents bed room and crept into the kitchen. I had hidden a flashlight inside one of the cabinets that held the wine glasses that my parents had collected for no reason over the years, and, after I opened the cabinet, I reached past the dusty glass and pulled out a medium sized flashlight. Though I didn't know much about flashlights at the time, I took one that was bright enough that it could be seen from a considerable distance yet small enough to be easily concealed should I be caught sneaking out this late at night. I took a quick glance at the clock that read 1:39 PM and made my way to the front door. I slowly turned the lock being careful to minimize the sound, and, with a quick glance about the house, I slipped out the door with only the sound of a faint breeze. I walked down the gravel road until I came to the fork where there was a small trail that branched off into the knee-high grass. I walked down the narrow trail that grew wider and wider before it opened up well into the trees. As I walked into the forest I could hear the crickets chirping and the soft, cool breeze rustling the leaves. I walked down the same path that I always did to avoid any unfamiliar obstacles, and I didn't dare use the flashlight unless absolutely necessary for fear that someone might see it. Although it was dark I could see a few feet into the darkness with the moon light piercing the forest canopy, and I found I was at my part-way destination. I looked down at the dry creek bed, and tried to see anything, but it was too dark to see anything clearly. I covered the flashlight with my hand and flipped it on only allowing a narrow beam of light to pierce the darkness so that I could find a clear path down to the creek bed. I shined the flashlight down the steep slope and scanned from side to side. Finally, I saw a clear path that I could use to reach the bottom, and, with the path visually memorized, I turned the flashlight off. I slowly let myself down to the rocky bottom of the creek-bed, and once I had reached the bottom I took a sigh of relief because I was finally free. I knew the creek would be bone dry at this time of the year, so I didn't hesitate to start walking down that nature-made highway.

After about 10 minutes of walking I came upon the stack of stones I had made the first time I came out to the cemetery by way of the dry creek-bed. I had stacked a few medium sized stones that I gathered from the higher ground and placed them one bracing another so they wouldn't be washed away when the spring rains came and flooded the creek in a roaring torrent, and I set it exactly 50 paces away from the opening in the cemetery wall because my marker was placed at one of the few places one could climb the steep walls out of the creek-bed.

I turned to my left and started the march up the steep hill till I came to the old oak tree that had been split by a storm a number of years earlier.

(This is not finished, and because of school stuff it probably won't be complete for a while. I need story title ideas please.)